Last night, a waitress gave me a blanket. It was navy blue and felty and covered the kidneys. The food was excellent, the atmosphere charming and the company thrilling but what I liked most about it was the blanket and a waitress who thought a blanket might be beneficial to a girl whose shoulders always hunch from the cold and who is clearly nostalgic for her summer holidays and whose head can't get around the idea that soon she'll be wearing blankets just to get to work and whose hot water bottle is frequently used even in mid-summer and whose blankets are stored at the end of the bed in case of a slight descent in farenheit. And she is sitting here getting chilly just thinking about the prospect of not finding a blanket quite like that one.
The restaurant's motto is " A taste of summer all year round". Blankets included.
The Summerhouse
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